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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 10:28 am
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 10:36 am
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Proserpina has much of her parents running through her, their blood creating the monster that she was born to be. From the moment she escaped the confines of her basket, Proserpina has been drawn to the shadows, not one to be the center of attention...yet.
Like her father, Proserpina's body shifts with the wind. Smoke dissipates from every limb, with every step and every breeze. Like her mother, she has many all seeing eyes that adorn her body. They do not blink in unison as they all work individually, allowing her to focus in on many areas, or victims, at one time.
Proserpina has heard the stories of her mother and the torment that she has laid upon the two leggers of nearby villages...the stories of her father who haunts the woods they call home. Her small heart wants nothing more than to be the best of both of them, to become the most frightening creature that the Kawanii lands have ever seen...or not seen.
While her father has little to do with her, Proserpina stalks him throughout the woods, learning his tricks, studying him. She longs for the day he will notice her. While she has his devious and meticulous mind, she is subject to times when her mind frinzies and she can not control her actions. A blood lust takes over and she must sedate her thirst for the kill.
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 10:46 am
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 10:47 am
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Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2010 12:24 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 5:43 am
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 5:46 am
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Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 12:26 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 6:11 am
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